Shall we abandon tonight, sweet maiden,
And leave the quiet of herein haven?
For thy heart cannot reach the aches of mine,
And mine wishes only to bequeath with thine.
And this night fair: talk flows as elegant wine
On our lips, asking: how can we, but two entwine?
A company fair, albeit discussion somewhat quaint
Promises more, sweet maiden, of Life’s sweet daint
A connection woven by delicate accentuations,
Spun with friendly winks and like flirtations
Must we all these sacrifice, and ourselves falter,
Over Circumstance’s cold, unfeeling alter?

28/08/2009